Look what I found while walking Lady the Dog at 8:00 a.m. on a chilly-but-bright Sunday morning:
A ripe tomato hanging from a very sad looking vine next to the backporch. Over the summer a couple of plants were thrown into the ground, and then pretty much forgotten about. They didn't mind the insult and bore fruit anyway.
I shall enjoy that on a slice of toast Monday morning.
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